Eldo - Maria

It grows lush, the solitary flower of the steppe dies;
And the gaze, far away, late wanders across the plain;
And if you seek sweetness in the necessary bitterness,
Under a cloudy sky in the field, there are sour berries.
Rather go to the beautiful lands of myrtles and cypresses;
Every day, in their wedding attire, the sun rises there,
In their pure air, brighter vision,
And voices pampered, and delightful breath.
There, laurels grow; and the sky is clear,
And the earth is adorned, and thoughts are free.
And on the shapely buildings of the men of ancient times
They stand in white - proud from their famous names,
Inviting from afar into enchanting ruins;
Dwellings of gods and heroes in spider-filled places.
There, if the thoughts of ancient things run deep within you,
Maybe, by gazing into this blue.
You will find sweetness in despair and joy in mourning,
Like the smile of beloved lips in mortal illness;

And when I laugh - it's like a penance;
And when I sing - it's to a sad tune;
And my young face has grown pale.
And my wild soul has been deprived of joy.

My young lad, where are you wandering?
Are you returning from the Holy Land, hence your lament?

Oh! No - I am a stranger to everything in my homeland -
And Death has left black scars in my heart -
And I have eaten the bitter, poisoned bread of the world -
So my heart is heavy, and I weep for myself,
Do you see my Angel's grave in the gleam?
You ask, what do you want, lad? - To escape from Despair.